Silence. It enveloped her now, rattling her caged mind and distracting her from all that she felt was so blatantly wrong with the Grey. Thoughts of leaving constantly scattered and blew through her thoughts, like so many autumn leaves. Beautiful to look at, but comprised of death, once inspected closer.
She couldn't leave them. She would not be like Ophelia...There was a time, in her heart, she knew that if the white mare had asked, she would have followed. She would have forsaken them all, to follow her teacher. But Ophelia had not asked, and Phaedra had not left.
Instead, she had been thrown into battle.
Battle.
Bruises battered her chest from where that damned pansy-assed mare had thrown sticks at her. Sticks! Like a child! Phaedra's sooty breast was still an ugly purple where the largest of the sticks had struck her, and yet still she moved with poise and grace. Her long and lean legs carrying her easily, and silently through the foliage. Her magic did nothing for her in her battle, but at least it comforted her now, to know that even though her teacher was gone, replaced by a medic that she might have loved at one point, she was still something.
Wasn't she?
The tree's parted as if with a sigh, allowing the golden girl to emerge soundlessly from their grasp. Her sea green gaze washed over the black and white stallion, she had stolen from the Threshold so long ago. For a moment she said nothing, her laughing eyes revealing little of the internal trauma to her soul. But the silence did not last; as she released the grip on that which made her silent, her body began to slowly glimmer and sparkle, like a star in the middle of the eternal night.
"You called, sugar?" She asked quietly, her head dipping low in greeting, as her wings rose at her sides, neatly pushing the branches of trees from her lithe form.
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